Strength

Staying strong is the key right.?
but how can I be
when the people I love most
I lash out at
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How can i remain strong
when im crumbling inside
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How can I keep my f*****g head held high
when I have nothing to keep held high for
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Strength was never what kept my drive to live
it never influenced me to keep going
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Surviving, pure instinct to fight
To prove the b******s that swore to me
that I would be nothing
I wouldnt make anything of myself
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Life is a lie
its like a twisted version
of King and Queen
turning on one another
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Stand tall
or perish
with the weak
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Or stand tall
successful
and out right
f*****g miserable
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Or becomes a slave driver
but every life comes to an end
where we go
I wouldnt know
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But sometimes
I feel like im dead
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Hell is the place we live in
everythings so wrong
and nobody wants to fix it
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And those who do
get kicked out on their a*s's
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They tell us to stay positive
but what for
the U.S
is a sick
sick
sick
depressed s**t hole
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What do I have to look forward to
high school diplomas arent even
what they use to be
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You have to be some f*****g genius
to get a good job
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College s**t is what matters most in the real world
waist my time
striving to die
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Looking for a good job
that just might kill me
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And watch the poor people around me
literally take their last breaths
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And theres nothing I can even do
we are a sick race
that needs a wake up call
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Summer-Skye